Nicolai jumped back in surprise half expecting the magic to pour our of the well and drown them all. When it didn’t he regained his composure. His sword still drawn, he tapped the disk with it. Hmm solid.
With his tour about the room complete with nothing out of the ordinary found, the dwarf reluctantly joined the others in looking over the odd magical contraption. “So what’s it for? Floating well discs are beyond my experience.”
The dwarf looked to Miklos expectantly. The mage always seemed to have thoughts and opinions on everything else odd that they’d encountered so far.
Miklos gazed with fascination as Nicolai tapped the surface of the disk. “Aha! My admiration for Elyas grows! Ingenious, but not very defensive. I suppose it might frighten a few off though. A mage-locked door to a stairwell would be just as good eh? A mode of transport is what we have here. Wonderful! I have read about temporary varieties ahhh… Discus Telekinesis, I think. I believe they are reformed air elementals. Practically harmless. I wonder if it can be removed? That would be something.” he chortled excitedly.
Never a too incautious person, Nicolai called Maruc over. “Hold my arm. I want to see if it will bear my weight.” Gripping his friend’s arm, he gingerly placed the foot on the disk and transfered his weight on the disk, which held firm under his boot.
“There’s got to be another way on,” grumbled the priest. “This is like placing yourself into the hands of a sorcerer willingly and we all know what Dentiata was like!”
“Lost your Faith Maruc?” said Miklos marching passed Nicolai onto the blue glowing disk and picking up his coin. He tossed it to the startled rogue.
Nicolai deftly caught the coin then realized he had let go of the priest. Thankfully he was not falling to his death. He turned to the mage. “How much weight do you think it can take?”
“Good point Nicolai.” replied Miklos. “We must not underestimate Elyas. I will take each of you down one at a time and since you are here… ahh…Nieuwode?” he suggested.
With smooth ease, the disc lowered itself slowly down the well.
“You are a rude man Miklos, I have not lost my faith but your wits seem to have departed from you!” Maruc called after the descending pair. “Have you considered what you will meet at the bottom?”
“I ain’t going on no magical flying disc” Feldard was adamant of that as he watched Miklos and Nicolai descend, peering over the edge of the well trying to judge the distance.
“Aha! I see the tunnels do not breed fools!” grinned Maruc. “Overlooking manically attacking an impregnable Bone Guardian…”
“Perhaps there is a secret tunnel we have overlooked? You are wise in these structures what do you see Feldard?” added the priest hopefully.
Having already checked, the dwarf sourly shook his head. “No tunnels to be found. How deep would you reckon this shaft is? With enough rope I could likely climb my way down.” Sure, Feldard was being optimistic, but the dwarf warrior would rather take his chances with his own dwarven strength than rely on some questionable elven magic.
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After descending a few hundred feet, the blue disc came to a rest atop an ornate carved pedestal in the center of a 30-foot diameter room, identical in design to the room above, except for a different selection of similarly themed statuary. As the room above, a set of bronze double doors on the eastern wall appeared to be the only exit.